The Reception (pt. 2)

I stare into your flaming eyes
My arms over your shoulders
hands locked behind your neck
Dancing with my dashing hero

You move your left foot 
My right one mirrors in time
Step by step
You glide me across the marble 

Untethered from the train of my dress
I can move freely
And my eyes will still be locked on yours

Throughout it all
Your eyes never leave mine
And mine gaze endlessly back